Thinkin’ of a master plan
You know anything you need, baby, ask your man
You was there from a half a gram
Now it’s kilos to C notes, and high fashion brass
He ball like we own the world
The only concern is you my only girl
And when we sneak into chokes, breathin’ hard when I’m squeezin’ you long
Keep it strong, but I gotta hit the streets when I’m done
It’s joy and pain when you try and get ahead of the game
It’s fucked up, but you never complain
You just pray I don’t killed when I hit the hood
Just another hundred mil’ and I’mma quit for good
No more drug wars, trips to jail and shoot outs
To gettin’ loot out for boys in bail, they’ll get you boot out
Just me and you, hour of sex and twisted
You O.G. to D.O.D. addicted